My father should be so proud

After complaining regularly that my showers are often not hot (okay, so I like them to burn), this morning the husband tells me that it's because I have "freakishly short showers"...or was it "frickin' short showers"...short showers anyway. I explained that after my sister and I started taking marathon showers as teenagers, my dad would bang on the wall after 10 minutes and we knew our time was up. I don't know whether this is the cause or the fact that I just can't be bothered to get up a second earlier than absolutely necessary but dad, look what you've raised.

Another habit I got from my father...walking quickly. People regularly comment (a.k.a complain in the husband's case) that I walk very quickly. Not when meandering or walking Dashy but when I'm walking to the car or the bus or trying to get to a particular destination. A friend commented that it's probably because I have long legs. My theory is that years of my father not slowing down for me as a kid despite his height and long legs and my lack thereof taught me to boot it when I need to get somewhere. I remember being scared that I wouldn't keep up even though I was running and he would leave me. Somehow, I don't think that I ever thought to ask him to slow down though...not that he would have. It sure does come in handy when I need to get somewhere quickly or when, you know, the short-legged husband is making a not-so-quiet comment about someone across the hall and you need to seem like you're with that group of people up ahead and not with him.